So now I am on the second round of meds to combat the bronchitis, this time something I can barely pronounce, let alone swallow. Yet this batch of eye of newt seems to be doing the trick, and more. The lungs seem cleaner, general health seems to be improving. But there are side effects. Like a third arm. And that whatever this med is, it has essentially given the green light to my innards, turning my stomach and lower intestine into more of a high speed circuit than the normal scenic tour with free gift wrapping. On top of this madness is a neurotic cat, who, for no known reason, has taken to getting me up earlier and earlier each day of this vacation. It started off around 7 am last Sunday; today was 5:45 am. Hopefully the madness will stop when I pick up the rest of the clan at the airport at midnight tonight. I imagine if I were solo, and this kept up, I’d take the feline down to the bus station, hand her 20 bucks, and wish her well. The whole week has been made worse because the cat doesn’t seem to want anything. She has food, can go anywhere in the house, even use the second tv to watch Animal Planet. But no. At the crack of dawn for some reason unknown to me, she gets me up, and then when I get downstairs, she goes upstairs to sleep on a chair. All day long. These are the events repeated daily. I am sick and get no sleep, and the cat mocks me.

Hopefully this explains the reduced frequency of posting, and I should be back up to speed this coming week. We can look into Wegmans selling wine in stores, and other local stories. Or I can make stuff up. You make the call. Leave a comment, I dare you.

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moved to Pittsford as a teenager and attended Pittsford-Mendon High School. Her greatest passion is as a lover of and advocate for the arts and music. Donna attended Rhode Island School of Design and earned an MFA from R.I.T. She’s a free-lance art director, advertising photographer and copywriter. Her love of narrative and film has led her to direct and produce short films.

Donna developed her awareness of and concern for environmental issues after being
exposed to the chemicals in artist materials in art schools in the US and Canada which
made her ill for a time. Healthy today, she finds pleasure in nature, writing, and music.
She enjoys Pittsford for its picturesque locations, wildlife, and community involvement.

was born in Rochester, lived here for a while until his dad was transferred to Connecticut ("Thanks, Xerox."). Then a few years later they came back to Fairport ("Thanks again, Xerox."), but Bill went to Pittsford schools. He moved over to Pittsford in 1979. He worked a bunch of jobs, played in bands, went back to MCC and then U of R for a Bachelor's degree in the early 90's. Shortly after that, he moved to NYC with his wife, Laura, where he worked at Ogilvy & Mather and Christie's doing tech support. They moved out to Northern Virginia during the Internet boom, hoping to get rich quick, but missed that boat. They moved back to Pittsford in 2001, along with two boys. Bill still plays guitar with the Chinchillas, the Squeaky Chair Jazz band, and the Steve Greene Trio occasionally.

"Though all communities and areas get a certain reputation (deserved or not), there is a good quality of life here, and the bulk of the people I have met here and places I have been to reflect that," Bill says. "My reason for wanting to blog about the town is at least twofold -- to vent my views and continue with writing, but also to force myself to engage in the environment in which I live. Too many people complain there is nothing to do or see, but they never actually get out and look. I don't want to be like that."